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The Story of Ze'Tazz

Conception -

"I see the tip! Keep pushing Captain!" Cried the Doctor. People running around like mad with this object and that reason. Complete chaos ruling in the entirety of the hospital. Not what you would think safe or even worth the risk of keeping in such a place. I suppose you kinda have to get used to it though. None the less, we digress.

After several hours of screams and the likelihood of personal injury, the town of Ober'thock was a bustle with the possible arrival of new Diaboli. The last season of hatching was very near and this would be the final clutch to come out this winter. In a few weeks the eggs coming forth from the four females currently in labor would likely hatch and their contents turn into the next generation of such chaotic creatures.

But this isn't a story of all those who hatch nor of their makers. At least, not in full. That would take far too long for anybody to fully archive much less understand. This is a story of one in particular and the trivial path he will walk. Now, back to the matter!

"It's coming out! Nurse! Bring the pan." The Doctor's tail is nearly still despite the extreme excitement of the matter. His hands barely cupping the tip of a football sized egg as the Captain of the Guard pushes with all her might to expel it. She screamed as the nurse brings a deep, ornate bowl and large pair of calipers. "Under there, quickly." says the Doctor as they try to catch the egg in descent. A few moments and many more screams later there comes a resounding ring of the bowl and its newly found contents.

With a heavy sigh the Captain faints into her seat. The egg being quickly carried out of the room to meet its waiting father. The Doctor and remaining medical staff still working with the rest of the delivering women. Amidst the screams, moans, and odd tings of bowls there is the scuttling of a low Ten. The crab like nurse assistants carry the bowl containing this particular egg through what they consider a door. As the flaps move the awaiting fathers are all around a table with five large divots in the center amidst the strong ails and huge amounts of food. The Ten quickly moves up, onto the table and deposits the egg into the middle of the indents, it's surface quickly finding a catch. All the men around the table cheer and clap one particular male on the back, congratulating the relatively tall Diaboli on his new found egg.

"That's a good one Nel!" yells a specially large guy, "The thing's huge!" The force of the clap nearly putting Nel'Xaga into the table. Seconds later there is a communal drink as they await the next arrival. It isn't long before the remaining eggs arrive and are placed in the table. The food barely touched but the drink near a quarter down from the row of standing kegs on the wall. Once all the eggs are well seated and cleaned there is only a louder cheer as more mugs are raised in the large hall. The Doctor emerges from the back to quickly examine the eggs though everyone seems fine before he also grabs a mug, giving a great yell of, "Gropthar!" The word quickly is made again in an only more thunderous roar by all those in the room.

After a few minutes more of everyone congratulating each other, the door from the birthing room opens. A dead silence comes over the room as the first of the women walks out. She moves toward the table rather slowly and is given room as she does so. Upon reaching the table she sniffs slowly over each egg until finding her own and touching it. With a soft quiver the egg responds to the touch and an even greater cheer comes forth from every member of the room. The first connection being made. It doesn't take too long before three more women have done similar and each cheer seems a bit louder than the next. Still, the final egg's parent has yet to come forth from the back.

Quickly, all the nurses and Ten come forth from the room. They move to join the crowd, everyone still just as rowdy as ever. Then the door is thrown back and the most powerful roar of, "Gropthar!" echoes from the entree way. The Captain of the Guard walks toward the table, mighty lance in hand and armor on. As she approaches her egg she holds up a hand and the room goes dead silent once more. That same hand slowly touches the egg, spreading wide over its surface. There is no quiver. Under normal circumstances the female would be devastated but her face betrays only a growing smile. The loving nature of it makes everyone a little uneasy before the egg responds. Table shaking visibly as cutlery and other objects leave its face. As it settles there is a weird energy in the room and Muzz'Gra stands as tall as ever. With a pumping of her lance the event's final cheer is made in a resounding, "Gropthar!!"

The festivities continue for most of the night before the respective parents of each egg take it in their arms and bid the remainder of the town's residence a due. Nel'Xaga and Muzz'Gra being the last to leave in the night head for their home. The streets are nearly empty as most of those in the town are in the hall. Sounds of music and debauchery flow from the hall but fade with the distance. It isn't long before they reach the ornate door of their beloved and relatively large home.

Their hatchery was rather plain but had the essentials. The large, cube like pad in the center of the room was plush and let the egg sink into it almost half way. On the one side of the room was a very old but well maintained tatami mat, a wooden pell, and rack of a few long and short weapons. On the other side is a table with a large tome of the known countries and the lands between. On its left is a small shelving unit full of books and its right holds a heavy jacket and travel clothes. The room's walls are covered in extravagant designs, most of which are of travelers or heroic warriors. The design's silver and grey signatures give it a very vivid but subdued appearance.

Well, all that is good and fine but I'm betting you aren't reading this for parental advice or to find out how loud an egg can be. If you are then I suggest my associate's book; The Diary of an Omelet. A few weeks pass by slowly. Each of the parents splitting the Days of Watch. As neither of them are required to work during the Days, they spend a considerable amount of time together. The house was cleaned regularly, new fire wood was set out every night, and the thistles of Brand Flower's were collected every night to prepare for the hatching.

Then, one night, a great humming was heard. At first Muzz'Gra didn't notice. She had just started her watch and the fire was just about to be lit. She leaned down to put the thistles in place when the fireplace shifted. It wasn't huge but it was enough of a quiver to move the thistles and take her notice. Eyes going wide she darted to the nursery, door flying open in the process. "It's ready!" She exclaimed to more herself than anyone. Tail thrashing from one side to the next as she moved to the egg and placed her hand fully upon its surface. A huge vibration came from the egg. The floor shaking, sounds of six scrambling legs and a loud thump get louder and louder through the halls.

The room lit up remarkably as the large dark skinned Tellion entered the room. It's reptilian visage flattened slightly over seven feet of whip cord muscle. The thick armor plating covering of its back punctuated by two fluffy, glowing lines of fur starting just behind it's horns and running all the way down to join at the base of his tail and finally to become a plume of white fluff at the end. All six of his short, strong legs moving with less grace than usual with the excitement. The flurry of activity leaving relatively deep scars in the floor from its ebony tipped feet. He quickly crawled up the egg with the forward legs to rub and nuzzle at the vibrating being-to-be.

"Get Nel!" Muzz'Gra commanded, pointing with an authoritative finger to the door. The Tellion gave a hiss of understanding and was gone in a flash. More marks dotting the floor as it left. Muz'Gra quickly knelt at the egg and put both of her arms around it, hands splayed in a happy embrace. Moments later a loud crash would be heard as Nel'Xaga screamed in surprise. A few seconds later the Tellion was back and rubbing as much as possible against the egg. Nel walked into the room rather quickly, muttering about how he'd be repairing this or that for a month but froze upon seeing the egg and feeling another vibration.

"Honey! It's about to hatch!" He exclaimed as if he were the first to realize. It didn't matter to her though, she was far to enraptured in the idea of having her first born to retort. "We have to get it to the pit." Her voice was loving as she prepared to lift the egg. Nel quickly moved to help her and they hoisted it to just in front of the fire place. "The thistles! And that configuration..? Dear..." He quickly begins to kneel down and fix them to a more proper fashion but is stopped by his wife's hand and a stern look. "It's almost ready." She said calmly before moving back to the egg. He sighed a little but in stride as he moved to start the fire. The vial of alchemical ooze flying down to smash into the center of the pit.

Flames spread quickly from the near explosion, most of the logs and thistles burning in chaotic fashion now. The white and blue flames licked even out to the step of the place. The two looked at each other with the most joyous expressions they could muster before grabbing the egg and quite roughly tossing it into the piles of wood. Immediately green flames burst even further from the fire, coating the egg in a deep green wreath.

The two just watched, hands now finding each others as they move closer together. The joyous smiles on their faces warmer than even the fire before them. The Kellion slowly moved onto the step of the fireplace, laying down to swivel all six luminous eyes at the egg. After a little while they all just sat down and watched the fire die to a low menagerie of dancing colors under the egg. The object itself now glowed bright enough to light the room with a dull luminance.

As the night wore on the two fell asleep. The Tellion's eyes slowly drifted lower while watching his keepers. Moments before sleep would claim him was a soft click. Then another. soon it was a chittering of clicks and thocks, reviving the Tellion. As his eyes lit up with excitement. Letting loose a low rumble that grew to a loud, vaguely obnoxious, purr. He half barked at the two sleeping Diaboli as his tail quickly moved to brush against their legs. Both of the parents quickly opened their eyes, fixing on the egg as well. As they stood there was a particularly loud crack, alarming them to move quicker and remove it from the flames. Nel did. Quickly.

With the egg now safely placed at the step of the fireplace Muzz'Gra knelt. Her hand moving to touch the very tip of the glowing vessel. The moment it touched the surface a powerful vibration came forth and a long, thick crack spread from the center of her palm. Then another thunderous vibration before the crack grew, spider webbing the area around her palm. A moment passed before the egg explodes out, her palm keeping most of the chitini bits from hitting them. Those that landed in the near dead fire alight in a brilliant array of colors. There, nuzzling into the palm of his mother, was a young Diabolis.

~ To Be Continued...